So you've had the nightmares and the memories and the fever dreams for eons upon eons, have you? You've felt half-mad with the grief because everywhere you look the world is mocking your dead loved ones and has been for centuries? You've forgotten what it's like not to have the cries of the dead haunting your sleep after the first few millennia? Forgotten your mother's face, your brother's voice, your lover's smile, only to see broken and shattered pieces of them everywhere you go?
You can *never* fathom what I've been through, Dunya. Do not try.
My tribe was attacked one day when I was young. Most were killed. Half of who remained were captured. Those of us who could fled to Hingashi. Some were my family who were lost to us. Yet, I returned to the Steppes and even won the Nadaam. I am a princess without my birthright, and I took it back without sacrificing others.
Do not assume I cannot fathom your pain simply because I am not immortal, Ascian.
Your pain is a shallow, weaker pain to the sort I've felt by its very nature. It will never deepen to the point mine has. It can't. You'll die before then.
I will not apologize for speaking the truth. You literally cannot fathom it, hero, because you cannot conceive of so great a lifespan. Your pain is shallower than mine simply because it can never fester as long. It is a fact. Not an insult.
If all you see me as is a short lived child, why not do it anyway. I'm not going to shut up because you're a grumpy grandpa who has his head up his ass
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Grief doesn't just stop, hero, despite what people may tell you. Grief stays with you for the rest of your life. Think about what that means for me.
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Do not compare us. You cannot *fathom* what it's like.
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You can *never* fathom what I've been through, Dunya. Do not try.
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My tribe was attacked one day when I was young. Most were killed. Half of who remained were captured. Those of us who could fled to Hingashi. Some were my family who were lost to us. Yet, I returned to the Steppes and even won the Nadaam. I am a princess without my birthright, and I took it back without sacrificing others.
Do not assume I cannot fathom your pain simply because I am not immortal, Ascian.
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What did you just call me?
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It's rather apt if I say so myself
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